Monk pear tea and the promise of rain

Mmm, the promise of rain is slight, and just to tempt us it rained while we were having dinner for all of 30 seconds. Bah humbug! Now I'm thinking a cup of Monk Pear tea (made by T2) would be lovely as I am reminded that Christmas is not that far away. Gosh. My big sister wants to meet for a coffee (not tea) tomorrow to discuss Christmas dinner. Gee! Over brunch/breakfast on Saturday various discussions led to the consumption of Haggis - Laird Peter's eyes widened at its mention - he is, of course a fan, and while others at the table made noises of distaste, my husband glowed with remembrance of his first Haggis in a lovely little place called Gargunnock, just out of Stirling. He loved it so much. He had his next Haggis in Edinburgh, at a fascinating little pub called The World's End. This pub is built onto the old city wall and is at the 'bottom' end of the Royal Mile. Laird Peter had his Haggis with neaps and tatties and a whisky sauce (yum) and I had smoked haddock fish cakes (haddock is just yummy) and all washed down with St Andrews ale. More about Haggis another day. Now, where's that cup of tea, Pandora?